Текст (слова) песни: Royal Crown Revue - Port-AU-Prince (Travels with Bettie page)
Small town beauty baby Would-be movie queen In `47, it seemed like heaven Time to take it overseas
She beat it to the island Of rum, romance and dreams But Papa Doc`s old choppin` block Soon was gonna change the scene
Peering through the midnight vines The pointed knives and the painted faces smile Demon rum and beating drums Untie the beast that`s been there all her life And all the while...
Winding through the curves in a big convertible Trying to hide her eyes from the Haitian sun But he left you cold in a blue eyed trance, girl You better run now `cause you gonna get no second chance In Port-au-Prince
Crooked jet set livin` With gold-toothed diplomats Umbrella drinks, the whole thing stinks Flipped a switch and that was that
Hey dark-hair Yankee lady Please to suivez-moi I look into that big cat`s eyes and I know what you come here for
Peering through the midnight vines...
Too bad little Bettie But know it`s time to leave Your Yankee clout has just run out They`re gunnin` in the street
Crowded prop plane hummin` Bound for NYC The voodoo rite she saw that night Baby how it set you free
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